Bitch I pulled up with extended Glocks
That's 33 shots aimin' all at your top
Number one rule I don't f*ck with the cops
Turn a nigga red (huh) like sox
F*ck your bitch good give her to my bro
Number two rule never trust hoes
She ain't worth more than designer clothes
Remember this bruh always get the dough
F*ck a bitch then I'm like reroute
Give me ten minutes and a young nigga be out
She hotter than wasabi
Wet like a tsunami
He try to run up on me
He gone' get the 40
Me and my niggas stick together like velcro
She want a check had to answer with hell no
33 shots leave him red like Elmo
Flew around the country bouta ball like Melo
Pulled up on em blowin' faster than AC
I'm on the block bouta shoot like I'm JB
Stack a hunnid then a hunnid they hate me
I rolled a backwood you know that I'm facing
All this shit I spit never been wrote down
I pulled out the AK for the showdown
She all on my phone tell that bitch do not scroll down
They wanna kill me cause I get the dough now
One false move now this bitch is a ghost town
I got on top and I ain't bouta slow down
Slid on his block in a race car
I'm bouta shoot em with a AR
Too much cap boy you a marker
I am a starter boy you Tony Parker
He want that smoke I put him in swisher
Punt that bitch off I ain't talkin' no kicker
Nigga you cap knock that shit off
Cause I'm in the field like a motherf*ckin' blitz
Niggas won't down when a young nigga came up
Shooting' your shot and you miss get your aim up
I'm hittin' four you hittin' three
Niggas gone cap and these niggas gone change up
You stealing' flows we heard that in your raps
Nigga stop lyin' cause that ain't your pack
30 on line like a muf*ckin' sack
I'm in the field like Khalil and no Mack
Going for ten and I fell just like Dak too
Run up that sack and I'm all back to back too
I got the sauce ain't talkin' no Ragu
Permanent shit ain't talkin' no tattoo
Mr.Money - Extended (feat. Young Jay) Lyrics
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Bitch I pulled up with extended Glocks
That's 33 shots aimin' all at your top
Number one rule I don't f*ck with the cops
Turn a nigga red (huh) like sox
F*ck your bitch good give her to my bro
Number two rule never trust hoes
She ain't worth more than designer clothes
Remember this bruh always get the dough
F*ck a bitch then I'm like reroute
Give me ten minutes and a young nigga be out
She hotter than wasabi
Wet like a tsunami
He try to run up on me
He gone' get the 40
Me and my niggas stick together like velcro
She want a check had to answer with hell no
33 shots leave him red like Elmo
Flew around the country bouta ball like Melo
Pulled up on em blowin' faster than AC
I'm on the block bouta shoot like I'm JB
Stack a hunnid then a hunnid they hate me
I rolled a backwood you know that I'm facing
All this shit I spit never been wrote down
I pulled out the AK for the showdown
She all on my phone tell that bitch do not scroll down
They wanna kill me cause I get the dough now
One false move now this bitch is a ghost town
I got on top and I ain't bouta slow down
Slid on his block in a race car
I'm bouta shoot em with a AR
Too much cap boy you a marker
I am a starter boy you Tony Parker
He want that smoke I put him in swisher
Punt that bitch off I ain't talkin' no kicker
Nigga you cap knock that shit off
Cause I'm in the field like a motherf*ckin' blitz
Niggas won't down when a young nigga came up
Shooting' your shot and you miss get your aim up
I'm hittin' four you hittin' three
Niggas gone cap and these niggas gone change up
You stealing' flows we heard that in your raps
Nigga stop lyin' cause that ain't your pack
30 on line like a muf*ckin' sack
I'm in the field like Khalil and no Mack
Going for ten and I fell just like Dak too
Run up that sack and I'm all back to back too
I got the sauce ain't talkin' no Ragu
Permanent shit ain't talkin' no tattoo
That's 33 shots aimin' all at your top
Number one rule I don't f*ck with the cops
Turn a nigga red (huh) like sox
F*ck your bitch good give her to my bro
Number two rule never trust hoes
She ain't worth more than designer clothes
Remember this bruh always get the dough
F*ck a bitch then I'm like reroute
Give me ten minutes and a young nigga be out
She hotter than wasabi
Wet like a tsunami
He try to run up on me
He gone' get the 40
Me and my niggas stick together like velcro
She want a check had to answer with hell no
33 shots leave him red like Elmo
Flew around the country bouta ball like Melo
Pulled up on em blowin' faster than AC
I'm on the block bouta shoot like I'm JB
Stack a hunnid then a hunnid they hate me
I rolled a backwood you know that I'm facing
All this shit I spit never been wrote down
I pulled out the AK for the showdown
She all on my phone tell that bitch do not scroll down
They wanna kill me cause I get the dough now
One false move now this bitch is a ghost town
I got on top and I ain't bouta slow down
Slid on his block in a race car
I'm bouta shoot em with a AR
Too much cap boy you a marker
I am a starter boy you Tony Parker
He want that smoke I put him in swisher
Punt that bitch off I ain't talkin' no kicker
Nigga you cap knock that shit off
Cause I'm in the field like a motherf*ckin' blitz
Niggas won't down when a young nigga came up
Shooting' your shot and you miss get your aim up
I'm hittin' four you hittin' three
Niggas gone cap and these niggas gone change up
You stealing' flows we heard that in your raps
Nigga stop lyin' cause that ain't your pack
30 on line like a muf*ckin' sack
I'm in the field like Khalil and no Mack
Going for ten and I fell just like Dak too
Run up that sack and I'm all back to back too
I got the sauce ain't talkin' no Ragu
Permanent shit ain't talkin' no tattoo
Writer: Brandon Puckett, Jalen Richardson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid